Plum tree, I do not wonder, As I see you glittering and white, That poets compare you To a first communion Or to the birth of holiness. To me you are a woman Sweet and wistful In your blossomy days; A bit sour For all your royal purple In your fruitful middle age. Stark and tragic, Yet infinitely beautiful In the days when, Stripped of youth and petal, You still have Courage to face another winter, And something in you that says, "There is a Spring Beyond the cold." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL THE SONG OF THE PILGRIMS by RUPERT BROOKE IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER |